Click, Click, Bang (Mashup)

(Last Dude On The Track!)

Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen?
Who else is leaving?
Click, Click, Click, Bang, Bang, hum
Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen?
Who else is leaving?
Click, Click, Click, Bang, Bang, hum

There’s no dream I fight for that isn’t
Musical
Cruising San Jose in my ride, thinking about
Rhyming
The places where I grew up were never about
Fitting in
Not trying to be a snob, but I aspire to one day get
Outta here
I stepped away from drugs, I managed to get a grip
Friends we lost to sniffing or
Shooting up
The methods vary, it’s true
And I’m not proud, just telling the reality
Of the kid caught between truth and fine lies
Like the one who smokes in the alleys
My crew doesn’t trust the homies, family ain’t
Business
That’s just dirty money, you’ll sink
Slow like a leper
Everything turned so weird, so suddenly
I hit the shit world and rhyme like
A dude from Compton
Musically, it’s just me and my two
Balls on the table
No excuses, no repairs or sponsors if I fall in
The pit

Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen?
Who else is leaving?
Click, Click, Click, Bang, Bang, hum
Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen?
Who else is leaving?
Click, Click, Click, Bang, Bang, hum

I’m rolling with Shao' and Terrible
No time for cats when you’re hanging with tigers
If here, For My People from Spain doing business
Punks talk street (Doesn’t work for me)
But they’re more scared than a goalie with Messi on a free kick
We’re back to the 90s (Simple)
Brought chocolate but it’s two Kinder eggs
One, two, three, they give up
Three shows in one night, babe (I’m not around this weekend)
'Cause I’m with the hitters
I’m smoking that good stuff
In the buddha, there are seven notes of all colors
Now everyone’s asking me for favors, even the teachers
I dodge them, in Spain they all shout “Ole”
Bro, I’ll call you in a minute
At the exact moment, I execute it (I knock it down)
In the fucking water, Luis Segundo, cambumbo
Or Snoop Dogg, gorilla, king of the jungle, period

Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen?
Who else is leaving?
Click, Click, Click, Bang, Bang, hum
Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen?
Who else is leaving?
Click, Click, Click, Bang, Bang, hum (Santa Fe Klan)

We’re rolling through your city
Traffickers of rap, flow, and lyrics
Boots on the ground just like many stages
No matter how much I want to tone it down, people want more
I was a beginner, dreamed of being a singer
A fancy car and a house for my parents
Respect and education I learned out on the street
Used to be a student, now I gotta teach classes
I’m out here making moves
Drowning the pain with glasses of alcohol
Wherever I go
The girls come out solo from the phone
If you’re a snitch, you’re green anywhere
And if you’re green, I know you don’t get me
Lit with Neto and always lit
'Cause the one who sleeps gets swept away by the current

Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen?
Who else is leaving?
Click, Click, Click, Bang, Bang, hum
Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen?
Who else is leaving?
Click, Click, Click, Bang, Bang, hum

(Last Dude On The Track!)